Chucky is sleeping on the couch, I am doing dishes & preparing for a marathon round of peanut butter w/chocolate chip cookie baking.

We finished converting the studio into a tattoo studio. The new tattoo table shipped today. Last night he touched up the cherries & stars he tattooed on me on May 22 in Fort Bragg (the one month anniversary of our meeting each other), making me the official first customer in our little parlor.

Tonight he's drawing up a new one & giving me a cupcake on the opposite shoulder blade ... tomorrow is our three month anniversary. There is nothing like being tattooed by the man you love. There's so much trust ... I could let him color on me all day long.

I have missed this feeling so much. Sometimes I can't look at him enough, there's just so much love that I feel like I'm drowning. There are times when he looks at me when I can see it on his face, that look like he's the luckiest man alive ... it makes me have to cry.

My "ex" (as if we were ever dating) looked at me like he wanted to possess me. This lustful, dirty look that made my skin crawl & my stomach turn ... it never felt right.

I thought I might have been ruined by the whole experience, turned into someone so different than the girl I am that there was no going back.

I was wrong. I am thankful.

We are starting to plan the wedding. All we really know is that we want the date to be Halloween & our colors to be chocolate brown, burnt orange & cypress green. Otherwise, ummmm ... yeah.

We'd probably run away to Vegas, but we're such unconventional people that we figure the only way to truly surprise people & be original with our wedding is to go the conventional route.

Boring wedding babble aside, all else is good. I am happy. It's been so long since I thought life was alright. There is no longing to my days other than wishing there were more hours in them so that we had more time to drive around in our '69 Ford Fairlane 500 "Bess" (short for Bessa-Mae Mucho) & hold hands & sing along with Merle Haggard & Waylon Jennings.

I love that he sings along with the radio.

I love that he doesn't give a fuck what other people think about the things he likes. He's as unpretentious as they come & it is a breath of fresh air. Doesn't worry about whether other people think he's cool ... doesn't really worry about other people at all.

He's a "Liver" instead of an "Exister" ... like me.

We got a new kitten. She's a sleek little black thing with long whiskers, we named her Kung-POW! To go along with the whole Asian food theme. She & Mu-Shu get along famously.

Hmmm ... I'm jumping around a lot, but y'all get the gist of it.

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